Can you imagine going camping with your buddy, and everything seems to be going fine. You drive hours away and take a hike into the woods. You ask your friend, "where are we setting up camp?" And then he points upward. I'd never go camping with that person again. I'm the type of guy who stays on the ground unless I can help it. If I could get on an airplane and it could just drive me to my destination, I'd do that.
These hanging campsites are absolutely incredible. I can understand some situations where there might not be any other possible place to camp, but thats' why I avoid that type of place entirely. I'd be too afraid to move while sleeping in one of those. I'm the type who tosses and turns. I don't want to fall to my death just because I rolled over.